walking outside my ears freeze   this café too crowded
sounds clamoring clashing  the table rickety  as I type
jittering  just like me  earthquake in winter   I clamp
feet down on unstable  leg  a line of strangers behind
me   talking demons   pleasure  scotch  tape on wind
-ows  advertising ghosts windblack Silverado drive me
into spring  before glass shatters  I cut my feet stepping

                                                                                          out of myself

(originally published in Runcible Spoon, Fall 2020)